Reeve's night out, but never off

Jan 7th, 2012 08:01 PM

Conner Greyson walked into the Asylum. It is the first time in several months that the Mekhet had let himself be seen at the fetish club. As for what he was wearing for the dress code well, tonight is one of Conner’s favorite nights.Tonight is Steam punk night. He does not really share that with most people, but he does enjoy the pomp of and circumstances of the Victorian styles. Now of course asylum will get its normal denizens but some will take to the theme and arrive in Goggles and Corsets, hoop skirts and other enjoyable neo-Victorian wear.

Conner tonight was wearing a simple black jacket with tie, shirt, and vest underneath along with a pair of goggles around his neck. His trousers are made of a denim but are black to match the jacket and a pair of utilitarian boots.

Conner is unsure if he will take to any play tonight or just enjoy the evening.

-1vitae, Blush

Jan 7th, 2012 09:32 PM

Not far behind the Reeve, Ariana entered the Asylum. She had been writing about subcultures and thought it would be a perfect opportunity to take in such an evening. Under the advisement of someone familiar with the Steampunk genre, the Lordess wore a black dress outfit decked with lace and buttons. The jacket also doubled as a corset and lace boots to match the ensemble. Her red locks were quite the contrast amidst the darkness of the clothing.

The copper haired Ventrue was not a frequent patron of the establishment; yet once in a while would not hurt. Her blushed figure did not really give her more color but looked livelier than without. It may have made the ring on her right hand shine a little brighter.

Upon finding Conner, she joined him and sat down. Although she was sitting very postured given her attire. “Good evening Mr. Greyson.”

-1 Vitae to blush

outfit

**SrsBsns** · Jan 7th, 2012 10:41 PM

The website called the costume 'The Quintessential Voyager's Doublet for Comfortable and Stylish Peregrination across the firmament' and that it was 'Recommended for any airshipman with a taste for adventure; be he bold explorer, rakish naval officer or the more chivalrous kind of air pirate'. Lance thought it was excessivly buckled.

Lance had to admit that he was rakish, and if he was any kind of pirate he'd be the more chivalrous kind. It was a little on the expensive side, but if Ariana was going to go to these things, he had to as well. So he needed something to wear to fit into dress code. It's kinda fun to dress up sometimes. If you were going to dress like a pirate (chivalrous or otherwise), you needed either a peg leg, a parrot or an eye patch. Having two functional legs and an unwillingness to deal with bird shit all night, the eye patch seemed the prudent choice.

Lance followed Ariana into the Asylum to do his duty, no matter how many buckles he had to buckle to get dressed. He stands behind and slightly to the side of the Harpy, and gives the Reeve a polite nod with his greeting of "Mr. Greyson," before continuing to observe the room.

-1 Vitae for Blush

wtf so many buckles

Jan 8th, 2012 04:07 AM

Rare was the occasion when Sidor Grigoriev could attend social functions with mortals. The requirement he possessed of drawing no attention to one's self, but occasionally, even the Nosferatu Bishop could get a hand which featured an ace. Steampunk night would be entertaining. He had looked it up on the internet, and been... faintly amused at the non-functional, and ridiculous gas masks. Clearly, they were designed by someone who had never in their entire lives had to wear one.

Sidor was wearing one. The tinted lenses hid even the slightest hint of his curse, and the full facial hood allowed for ease of movement, with only slight restriction of vision. Which was unlike a real gas mask. Sidor could remember what it was like to sweat into one, trying to breathe through a half-functioning filter that stank of rot. The taste was the worst part- rebreathed air, filtered by the chemicals used. It had been poor quality.

Of course, it had been worse for the man who had sat in the room with him. He had not been wearing a mask. Sidor could recall that he had always liked the personal touch.

He was also suspicious that the Man Within had been something of a show-off, in an artistic sort of sense. If intimidation and murder could be considered an art.

The rest of the outfit featured mostly cabling. A lot of cabling. And cogs. It was as if someone had decided clockwork was the new 'in', and had gone all out to design the most bizarre looking robot they could find. The Nosferatu Bishop didn't care. He just liked being able to observe mortals from a closer distance. He could feel two Beast grumbling faintly in the area, but they were familiar to him. One was, he suspected, even becoming comfortable. Which was utterly bizarre.

If anything gave him away other than the mask, and the subtle, cold sensation of his Beast, it would be that his hands were bare, and the vivid scar on his left seemed to stand out more prominantly than it did without the blush of life.

And the accent. God help him, he was not going to be imitating an American accent again, unless he was in an extremely good mood.

-1 vitae for blush of life

**Chris Wooding** · Jan 8th, 2012 09:53 AM

-1 vitae for Blush

It isn't for the fetish sex things that Chris comes to the Asylum once in a while, but for the club's themed parties. For a fantasy freak like him, wearing a costume should be done on every possible occasion, and of course when you have the money for it. Now Steampunk isn't very expensive. He wears that 40 dollar monocle, covering his right eye. Which I can give to my little friend after tonight.

As he comes inside he is not surprised to see other Kindred, as far as he knows this Club was owned by the Domain as well. At least, until Stamford left, now he doesn't know for sure. It is the Kindred elite that knows such things, sadly, it was mostly those Kindred who were already present.

I remember Harpy Donovan as a nice woman, maybe I can say hello later tonight. For now, Chris just wanders around while looking at others their costumes.

Chris : Big Pic alert

Jan 8th, 2012 04:42 PM

Conner stands as Ariana approaches, "Good evening Ms. Donovan, you look lovely." As they sit Conner says, "Sit down Mister Rayner, you look like a bodyguard." Conner states, giving instruction to the Daeva.

Once the Daeva sits Conner says, "The best security officers are ones who don't announce what they are, or are extremely threatening looking. Since you are not a 350 pound African American ex lineman for the Houston Texans. Which route do you think you should take?"

Jan 8th, 2012 07:43 PM

There were two beasts she could sense so far that evening. One near her, and one entering that was a mostly familiar, and yet it seemed to come masked man who entered at the same time. She wondered who it could possibly be. Ariana did wonder if Conner would be jealous of the mask, he did seem to enjoy them.

Ariana could not argue with Conner on that point. Although she herself was only vaguely familiar with the duties and function of bodyguards from what she saw in New York.

Indeed Lance was not a linebacker, he was much better looking.

She smiled Chris Wooding then gestured her head in the direction of the person in the mask. “Who do you think that could be?”

**Chris Wooding** · Jan 9th, 2012 11:44 AM

Crazy people everywhere, impressive, dangerous looking or strangely attractive. A silent watcher could absolutely be happy here. For him, a smile doesn't go unnoticed. Chris answers the smile and decides to approach the group at the table. What could possibly go wrong? His Priscus is there, who is mostly good for his family, and all the Beasts Chris can feel are not stronger than that of his own.

No, the stronger Beast is a masked man. It makes Chris wonder who it is, it feels familiar, but he knows only one Kindred who likes to wear masks. And that is the one sitting in front of him. 'Good evening, Mr. Greyson, Miss Donovan.' A nod to them both, then he extends his hand to the unfamiliar man ( Lance Rayner ). 'I don't believe we've met yet, I'm Chris Wooding.'

At Court shaking hands isn't done very often, still Chris used to do it his whole life. So in open place like this he automatically does.

Jan 9th, 2012 11:19 PM

Mister Greyson turns to see the masked man. "I can guess," the Mekhet says as he gestures to the masked man to come over to the table to join them.

"Good evening Mister Wooding. And how does the evening find you?" Conner asked politely

**SrsBsns** · Jan 10th, 2012 03:35 AM

Lance sits as invited by the Reeve, making sure to place Ariana between the Reeve and himself as he keeps an eye on the other Beasts roaming the event. Should anyone else join the table they'd have to go through whichever one was closest to them. He nods at the rebuke. "I understand your point Mister Greyson. I'll work on not standing out." The irony of saying that when dressed in a fantastical airship uniform is not lost on him. When Chris approaches, however, he cannot prevent his eyes from narrowning as he assesses the man, even though he suppresses the reaction quickly.

"Mister Wooding," Lance says, shaking the man's hand with the firm grip of either an honest man or someone that knows how to fake it. "Lance Rayner. I've seen you around town of course but we've never actually been introduced before. Is this a regular thing you go to?"

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